I probably shouldn’t have titled this The Poo Chronicles as I genuinely hope this is the one and only time I will blog about poop, or diapers, or really anything related to bodily fluids. But warning, if you don’t want to read about poop, stop now. If you want to share in my misery or get a good laugh, continue. Please, join me in this adventure.
I was catching up with a friend the other day who I hadn’t talked to in ages. We knew each other in a former life. By former I mean career-driven-pre-kid (and for me, pre-husband) life. Now we’re both in the beautiful, yet challenging, trenches of motherhood. She started off the conversation by saying how amazing and fabulous I make motherhood look. I literally laughed out loud. The majority of the time I feel like a failure. And what she couldn’t see was on the other end of the phone I looked like a mess. I was standing in my kitchen with my hair in what once resembled a bun, wearing yoga pants and no makeup. I’d also yet to shower since returning from working out. Points for at least making it to the gym, right? Continue reading “The Messiness of Motherhood”
I’ve utilized public transportation more in other countries than in my own. I’m not sure if that makes me well-traveled or spoiled. Maybe a little bit of both. Continue reading “Buses & Birdwatching in British Columbia”
We’re in Canada! The rainy weather leaves room for wanting but rumor has it the sun should come out tomorrow. (Any one else just start singing?) Olivia did amazing on the afternoon flight. She slept the whole first leg and was wiggly but well-behaved on the second. We had a two and a half hour layover which wasn’t ideal but we spent it riding the escalator up and down and up and down and…you get the picture. We must have ridden it at least fifty times. Continue reading “Salt in the Wound at 3:30 a.m.”
I have a love/hate relationship with Olivia and solids. On one hand, it’s awesome when she can just eat what we are having. On the other hand, I now have to come up with two additional meals a day plus two snacks. It’s easy to skip breakfast and lunch when it’s just me eating, but I can’t exactly tell a 13-month-old to wait all day for dinner. Continue reading “Breakfast for Baby”
Parents warned me it would happen. A bed, a counter, the couch, or some other raised object. Eventually, Olivia would experience her first fall. I nodded in agreement while silently thinking it wouldn’t happen to me. After all, I don’t leave my baby abandoned on the kitchen counter and I watch her when she’s on the bed. Certainly she would never fall. But like nearly every other thought I had about parenting, I was wrong. Continue reading “The Fall”
I’m currently lying in a bed in Hawaii with a baby asleep on my chest. It’s 8:30 a.m. here (11:30 a.m. MST) which means it’s really odd for Olivia to still be sleeping. And even more odd that we co-slept her. That is until you consider the fact that our flight landed at 10:50 p.m. HST and she basically stayed awake the entire flight here. So warning to anyone on a plane with the Tuckers, Olivia doesn’t sleep.
It was her bedtime when we took off from Seattle. I fed her and she went right to sleep. We thought we were golden until she woke up 35 minutes later and would not go back down. The good news is she appears to be quite happy awake. We, knock on wood, haven’t been the people with the screaming baby. We’re just the people with the baby who doesn’t want to miss a single moment of the travel experience. After all, there’s a whole plane of people here to see her. She couldn’t possibly go to sleep and disappoint one of her fans. (She must get that from Luke.) So we played with cups, blew kisses, ate snacks, and read books. We fussed some (Luke and I included!) but mostly just wanted to see everything that was happening. And, two hours before we landed, Luke finally got her to sleep. Go dada! I wish I could say I was happy and gracious the whole time. I wasn’t. At one point I swore I was going to lose it. But I didn’t and we made it!
It’s funny to look back on the travel we’ve done with her. After each trip we swore we’d figured out the best way to fly. But babies change so much the first year so what worked at one age didn’t for the next. At three months when we went to Michigan and five months when we flew to D.C. she actually slept quite a bit. The early or late night flights were awesome because she’s pass out and just stay asleep. She didn’t do too bad heading to Amsterdam at eight months either. However, on the way back at just shy of nine months she took a few cat naps and that was it. By 11 months when we went to Texas, she pretty much stayed awake the whole flight. We also learned the early flights don’t work because she’s not going back down and they rob her of guaranteed sleep. Here we are at 12 months and we’ve discovered late flights aren’t the best either. Especially in the back of the plane where people are constantly walking past you. Oh well!
During these long flights with a squirmy baby I start to question our decisions to travel. I also wonder if we’d be able to do it with two (not an announcement!). Travel is so much a part of who I am and who Luke and I are as a couple. I’m not sure we’d be willing to give it up, although the types of trips may change. But those decisions are for another day. For now, I’m going to take advantage of these baby snuggles and enjoy our twelve days in Hawaii. It feels so good to be home!